CHAPTER X.
Mr.Keith and the Captain had that later talk--several talks, in fact--and a week after their first one Captain Shadrach suddenly announced that he was cal'latin' to run up to Boston just for a day on business and that Mary-'Gusta had better go along with him for company.
Zoeth could tend store and get along all right until they returned.

The girl was not so certain of the getting along all right, but Mr.Hamilton as well as the Captain insisted, so she consented at last.

The Boston trip was not exactly a novelty to her--she had visited the city a number of times during the past few years--but a holiday with Uncle Shad was always good fun.
They took the early morning train and reached Boston about ten o'clock.
Shadrach's business in the city seemed to be of a rather vague nature this time.

They called at the offices of two or three of his old friends--ship-chandlers and marine outfitters on Commercial Street and Atlantic Avenue--and then the Captain, looking at his watch, announced that it was pretty nigh noontime and he cal'lated they had better be cruisin' up towards Pinckney Street.

"Got an errand up in that latitude," he added.
Pinckney Street was on the hill in the rear of the Common and the State House and was narrow and crooked and old-fashioned.
"What in the world are we doing up here ?" queried Mary-'Gusta.